Chapter - 37

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   I didn't see anyone on my way out. I didn't stop to hear those voices calling me. All I wanted was to leave. Leave that place immediatly. I am not like this. I shouldn't be surprised. I thought I knew him. I wanted him to defend me. Say that I'm not such a person. Say that he knows me.

   But I am the one who didn't know. Who didn't know that people can be like this. I just wanted to leave. I ran towards exit. I didn't want to take the elevator coz everyone would notice that I'm leaving. So I went towards the back door. Just as tried to walk past the people who were drinking and smoking I saw him. Talking on the phone. He was the same person when I met first. I thought he was different and I finally started to know him. I liked him. But NO. I don't know this person. I don't like this person.

  As I was staring at him with contempt and disgust suddenly our eyes met. Within a flash of second I left the corridor. I ran. I ran without hear hearing his voice. Even though I could hear him telling me to stop o didn't. I ignored him and ran. Suddenly my arm was clasped by steely arms of his and he swirled me to face him.

Tears rolled down my cheeks when I stared at those two charcoal black eyes. It's like facing your worst nightmare ever. Facing the fate itself.

How can he be like this. Towards me. I know too well from where I come and how I am. But he shouldn't have emphasised it like I'm someone with no dignity, a lowlife that too in front of all those masked and heartless people.

He is my boss. But I am not his slave. I don't give a damn on how he treats me in his office but here, at the gala with hundreds of people gathered for our success, my success. The company has achieved more than it ever dreamed of. All because of our team work. But that doesn't matter all that matters is, I am just a woman and that's it. End of story, right? I was literally yelling inside my head.

"Stop it". He said with icy cold tone. Making me jump out of my thoughts. I hate it when people make me cry. That too him. No.. why am I making him special. He is not. Or was He?

"Are you happy now? Mocking me in front of all those people and in devaluing my efforts. Stepping on my dignity and making me a lowlife." I ask without blinking. Rage in my eyes.

No it's more than that. Hurt. I felt more hurt. His eyes looking direct into mine. As if reading my emotions and directly seeing my soul.

"It's not what you think it is. I won't ever do anything that would..." He stopped. I gave a questioning look. He continued. "hurt you. I won't ever say or do anything which hurts anyone. Especially YOU Sashi".

I can't understand this man. Minutes before he threw my character away like trash in front of others and now he's here telling he wouldn't hurt me.

"I'm not a fool Mr.Arjun. Please stop playing with words and my emotions. I don't.. I don't want to talk to you anymore. I quit." I exactly don't know what I just said right now. Am I too eccentric? I started to walk past him when I felt a hard pull on my wrist.

"What the hell are you doing? Let go of my.." an arm wrapped around my waist and another on the crook of my neck holding in place and his lips on mine making me shut my eyes in shock.

He kissed me.No he is kissing me. What the hell? I don't give in.I start to hit his chest and pull away but damn those gym and workouts he does.I can't even move him.When he moved his head back to look at me I opened my mouth again to breathe and about to curse or question him but, bam!

Another lip crash. Now I can't hold back. I gave in. Lots of emotions flooding my mind. Words loose their meaning. His lips parting and sucking mine. I don't know what was happening. It wasn't lustful or passionate. It was holding something different. Pain. The kiss was painful.

He let go of me. Moved a step back. Only to take hold of my wrist and intertwined his fingers with mine. I looked at our hands and to his face. Those two black eyes boring into mine. That's when I heard him say it.

"I love you". And my world stopped.

 

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